10. Remove thy stroke away from me; I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11. When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
12. Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13. O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.